Chapter 68 The little troublemaker turns into a clever baby

"Yan, aren't you going to work today?" When Xia Luolin got up, it was already ten o'clock in the afternoon. He asked puzzledly to Mu Yingyan, who was sitting in front of the TV and watching TV. It can't be blamed that he will ask this. Usually, Yan will never be at home at this time.

"Well, starting from today, the company will have a holiday."

"Holiday?"

Xia Luolin walked to Mu Yingyan and sat down, lazily leaning his head on Mu Yingyan's shoulder.

"Yes, the Spring Festival starts tomorrow. Of course, I have to take a break."

"Well, this year has passed so fast," Xia Luolin sighed, feeling that nothing has been done. Another year has passed.

"Yes, soon," Mu Yingyan smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

It's okay not to say, but Xia Luolin's stomach began to scream, "coo~~~~~~~~" made a sound. He covered his stomach and looked elsewhere awkwardly, pretending not to hear anything. "It seems that he is really hungry."

"Ha~~~~~~ It's really cute," Mu Yingyan rubbed Xia Luolin's hair dotingly. "I'll get ready. Xiaolin, you go and ask Xiaomo to get up for dinner."

"Oh, okay." Xia Luolin nodded obediently.

Of course, rice is not made by Mu Yingyan, but is called takeaway. Although he has thought about learning to cook rice and so on, the cooked food always has a strange taste, either salty or sweet, or bitter taste mixed with burnt taste in it, which can be said to make people's stomach unstoppable.

Xia Luolin walked to the bedroom and looked at the desert that was still sleeping. The little lazy pig could sleep better than him. It can only be said that it was not infected by someone.

He lifted the quilt, looked at the shrinking Xiaomo and cleared his throat. "Zhang Xiaomo, get up and get up."

"Well, okay."

He had no idea of staying in bed at all. He got up, put on his clothes, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom without any extra movements, which surprised Xia Luolin a little. He was not facing a three-year-old child, just like an adult. "What a little kid."

Sitting at the dining table, the atmosphere is very silent during the meal. Usually, Xiaomo always finds a lot of excuses not to eat, but now he eats obediently. Without saying a word, Xia Luolin and Mu Yingyan looked at each other and signaled, what's wrong with this child? There is no usual liveliness at all, which has been like this for a week.

Although this is a good thing, they are used to the ordinary Xiaomo. At this time, they are really not used to it. They always feel strange.

"Ximo, eat more," Mu Yingyan picked up Xiaomo's favorite fried pork with lettuce and put it in Xiaomo's small bowl.

"Thank you, Uncle Mu."

It's weird. It's really weird. Xia Luolin is 100% sure that Xiaomo must have heard the conversation with Zhang Mingxiu that day. That damn guy Zhang Mingxiu is really evil... He sighed infinitely in his heart.

"Mingxiu, are you really going to adopt that child?"

In the lounge of a fashion program, Chen Zhouyu, Zhang Mingxiu's best friend and colleague, asked curiously. It is rare to meet in a certain program, and they rarely meet. How can he be willing to meet without asking his doubts today?

The more you think about these questions, the more irritable they become. "Would you please shut your mouth and be quiet for a while?" Zhang Mingxiu's voice inevitably improved a little, indicating that he was very angry at this time. Chen Zhouyu nodded obediently, closed his mouth honestly, and said nothing more.

Originally, I thought that the day would end peacefully and plainly, but accidents would always happen.

After eating the so-called next lunch, when they went to the supermarket near the community to buy the ingredients for cooking tonight, they returned home and found that a child was not there.

"Xiaolin, Xiaomo doesn't seem to be at home," no one to see in the living room is ready to go to other rooms to have a look. The original house was not big, a standard room with one study, one bedroom, two bedrooms and one living room.

"Maybe it's going out to play," Xia Luolin walked into the sofa, lay on the sofa, and said slowly.

"It's not that you don't know that Xiaomo is a little otaku. Like you, how can he go out to play?"

"Please don't call us otaku, please call us cavemen."

"Uh... Is there any difference? I thought Xiaolin would ask me to call you Madame Curie," Mu Yingyan quarreled with Xia Luolin while looking for Xiaomo's figure in the room.

Open the door of the study and look around. There is no one in the study. Is Xiaomo really going out to play? Xiaomo, who has been at his house for a month, has never seen him go out to play.

"How unpleasant Madame Curie is. The caveman sounds more fashionable," Xia Luolin hummed proudly. Mu Yingyan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him and didn't know what he was doing.

"I know," I looked around the bedroom, but there was still no desert. Where did the child go?

"Don't worry about Yan. Xiaomo must be tired of staying at home. He went out to get some air and came back after a while." He was a little uneasy, but he must be fine. He comforted Yan and comforted himself.

"Is that so?" Mu Yingyan walked into Xia Luolin and looked at a leisurely person condescendingly. "If Xiaomo hasn't come back after an hour, let's go out and look for it."

"Yes."

Xia Luolin nodded with approval. This little boy really didn't worry, and he sighed infinitely again in his heart.